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Sometime ago I wrote with ink some of what we once shared
I wrote a list… A long list A list of friends, great friends that have come and gone How many do you imagine I still see every day? How many have completely gone? And I wrote my secret… a simple secret but still one: That I love my friends and it hurts when we have to part In that list, I wrote all about our happy times Our funny jokes, and trips to the town and countryside And the summer by the riacho, and the mangos on the trees that we collected And our barefoot walking, and the cycle rides And the many ice creams at Sr. Jose’s kiosk And our innocence in face of questions demanding answers And the silliness in our response so many times I wrote about our dreams still I wrote a list of our dreams of one day to achieve I wonder how many of us carried on dreaming! And I thought about our sweethearts, and our many love vows How many have you and I preserved? I saw our old photos too, How many do you recognize? Or is it all just the blurred vision left? What about you in the photo? Does it mirror what you expected? Is this life you lead the one you expected to be? How many friends have you thrown away? What of the mysteries you shared and others you simply probed? Have you solve some, have you understood many? What about your secrets? How many of those have you kept? Today nobody wants to know how much you really knew or how much you cared All I hear is a voice that says smarten up boy! …and that’s all I hear. Oh, and how I miss the silly moments, yet the fullness and even depth we found in them. Not sought for nor even recognized at times, but still there. Now, some of us feel, there is not time and space for that! You’re suppose to be a grown up now, don’t you know? No tolerance for innocence and all that crap! …and that’s all I hear. I did think of the many white lies we told each other. How many lies do you now badly condemn? How many have you carried on committing? I knew many of your faults but how many faults have you said it would’ve healed with time? Now, looking back were they the best in you? We used to sing a lot, we were never going to make as artists but we nevertheless sang just for the fun of it! God knows how many songs we could’ve written! Talk about our unsung songs! Do we have joy now singing or do we only whistle to survive. How many have loved us, how many have you loved! Believed me, they have loved you.
I wrote a list… A long list A list of friends, great friends that have come and gone How many do you imagine I still see every day? How many have completely gone? And I wrote my secret… a simple secret but still one: That I love my friends and it hurts when we have to part In that list, I wrote all about our happy times Our funny jokes, and trips to the town and countryside And the summer by the riacho, and the mangos on the trees that we collected And our barefoot walking, and the cycle rides And the many ice creams at Sr. Jose’s kiosk And our innocence in face of questions demanding answers And the silliness in our response so many times I wrote about our dreams still I wrote a list of our dreams of one day to achieve I wonder how many of us carried on dreaming! And I thought about our sweethearts, and our many love vows How many have you and I preserved? I saw our old photos too, How many do you recognize? Or is it all just the blurred vision left? What about you in the photo? Does it mirror what you expected? Is this life you lead the one you expected to be? How many friends have you thrown away? What of the mysteries you shared and others you simply probed? Have you solve some, have you understood many? What about your secrets? How many of those have you kept? Today nobody wants to know how much you really knew or how much you cared All I hear is a voice that says smarten up boy! …and that’s all I hear. Oh, and how I miss the silly moments, yet the fullness and even depth we found in them. Not sought for nor even recognized at times, but still there. Now, some of us feel, there is not time and space for that! You’re suppose to be a grown up now, don’t you know? No tolerance for innocence and all that crap! …and that’s all I hear. I did think of the many white lies we told each other. How many lies do you now badly condemn? How many have you carried on committing? I knew many of your faults but how many faults have you said it would’ve healed with time? Now, looking back were they the best in you? We used to sing a lot, we were never going to make as artists but we nevertheless sang just for the fun of it! God knows how many songs we could’ve written! Talk about our unsung songs! Do we have joy now singing or do we only whistle to survive. How many have loved us, how many have you loved! Believed me, they have loved you.
